“I have no choice, I guess,” the boy muttered to himself, and Ara gulped, her hand slowly moving to the doorknob next to her hip, but before she could even make contact with it he was pressed against her, his large hand drowning out Ara’s in a tight grip.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Ara decided to abide by his orders, feeling some kind of powerful aura surrounding him, and she rapidly nodded when he let go off her hand.

“Tell me what you are, and I might spare your life.” He was leaning his head down, eyes boring into Ara’s wide ones, commanding her to comply.

“I-I told you already, my name is Ara,” she managed to choke out, her face flushed from their proximity, eyes filling with tears because of the hopelessness of the situation.

The boy had seemed strange when she had first seen him, but this strange? What the hell did he think she was, if not a human just like himself?

A low growl emitted from the back of the boy’s throat, and Ara’s eyes widened in fear at the animalistic sound.

She couldn’t believe her ears, because that sound belonged to scary animals, not to what she presumed was an 18-year old boy. What followed, however, made Ara’s world turn upside down.

His eyes glowed red. A fiery, bloody red, and Ara barely had time to register it before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and everything turned black.